I write with my hair up when I need to get sorted
I write with my hair down, when I… am. 
today I am compromising
I wear a hairband
the roots pulled back tight
the ends down loose
so I can type rapidly without strands flying
swishing it back when I need a head shake,
let it free

I lost my voice,
Midsummer nights eve
it’s lovely
the more no talking
the greater my perception
the more I could hear
and see, scent, touch and taste 
the more I was
present
appreciatin’
not the lack of voice
but the fullness of sensing

lack of wording, logic, intellect
=
heart full, mind quiet, soul full
soulful

blissful expression 
turning not into words but 
inherent body language
intuitive instincts
alike a child letting a glance tell all I need
a sway of hips
a turn of lips
a head kick back with a sassy,
“mmhm”
isn’t all that so much more significant
than words?

it is not silence
when all senses expand
and I am
singing with all my soul…